As soon as I get off of work this morning, I am hitting the road to visit my mother and my sister, plus her husband and kids, in Virginia. The car is gassed up and ready to go, my water bottle is chilling in my office fridge, and I am drinking a big cup of coffee. Mom had one request, she wanted me to bring her some creamed herring, because she can't find it in her local supermarkets.
I stopped at Stop and Shop and bought out their entire supply of the stuff, which wasn't a lot:
The small jar in the front, labeled Vita, is the premier brand. The two larger jars are an unfamiliar product, but you have to grab the herring that's there, not the herring which you want to be there. It's a Brooklyn product, so that is a promising note. Maybe it's small batch, artisanal stuff, processed by hipsters. I hope mom's not to cool for it.